#it’s a problem at this point

[wyxxiee]

do you think Alastor is less nit picky over girls ignoring the 5ft rule because he is a mommy’s boy?

[teamblck]

y’all i am so down bad for the COD men i am taking duolingo to learn german and gaelic

[ickypuppi3]

stargazer.

it’s cold out. billy’s hands shake as he brings the lighter up. the flame sparks color into the night.

steve’s eyes meet his.

billy’s hands shake.

he tells himself it’s still from the cold.

tells himself it has nothing to do with steve. nothing to do with the way steve wraps a hand around his wrist. brings the lighter closer.

the moments broken when steve lets go. closes his eyes. takes a drag of his cigarette.

billy fumbles to light his own.

“pretty.” steve breathes out. “don’tcha think?”

billy’s eyes flick up. he sees steve’s head tipped back. profile illuminated by the moonlight.

“the stars.” steve lets smoke pour out of his nose. “the stars are pretty.”

“yeah.” billy stares at steve. “real pretty.”

“don’t know the names though.” steve frowns as he looks up. “never learnt.”

“i do.” billy feels warm as steve’s gaze settles on him again. “i did.”

“tell me about them?”

billy lets his eyes drop to the space between them. something to focus on. “you want me to read your palm too, stevie?” he grins. teasing. “tell you your future?”

a shoulder knocks against his. “asshole.” steve says. voice too gentle. too fond. “just-” steve sighs in a way billy thinks he’ll remember forever. “tell me about them. please.”

billy tips his head back “yeah.” looks at the inky black sky above them. “yeah. okay.”

and he does. tell steve about the stars. and steve listens. listens like no one ever has before. like billy’s talking about something important.

like billy’s something important.

“you know” billy says. all casual. as if he doesn’t feel as scattered as the stars themselves. “there’s twice as many in california.”

billy watches the crease between steve’s eyebrows deepen. watches his mouth twist. confused.

“bullshit.” steve says. with a smile on his face.

“not bullshit.” billy taps a finger. ashes his cigarette. watches the cherry glow red. “if you go to the beach. to the sea.” he lets his eyes slip shut. “you just gotta look up. ‘n then down.”

steve hums. thoughtful. billy wonders what that means. what steve’s thinking. he opens his eyes again. looks up. to the one set of stars hanging over them.

“i think.” steve says. slowly. carefully. almost as if he’s afraid of his own words. “that there’d be three times as many.”

billy knocks his shoe against steve’s. “how’d you figure?”

their eyes meet. again. “you’d be there.” steve lifts a hand. taps billy’s nose. gently. brushes a knuckle over his cheeks. “with these.”

billy freezes. stares back at steve. eyes too big. too wide. vunerable.

“with-”

“with your freckles, stargazer.” billy feels his cheeks warm at the name. feels himself tremble. “three times as many stars.” steve counts on his fingers “sky, sea, billy.”

he says billy’s name like something meaningful. like it’s a confession.

billy stays quiet. doesn’t know how to respond. steve’s expression falls slightly. smile turning into something smaller. he goes to pull his hand back.

billy panics. grabs at his sleeve.

steve looks nervous. billy doesn’t like that. he wants to reassure him. wants to tell him.

can’t tell him.

has to tell him-

“four times as many.”

“four- what?”

“four times as many.” billy puts his cigarette out. holds steve’s wrist with his other hand. pulls the sleeve back. traces a finger over warm skin. “with these. four times as many.”

steve’s smile comes back. lights up his whole face. billy feels his chest tighten. he watches steve’s gaze fall to his lips.

“sky, sea, billy, steve.” steve says. whispers. loud enough for only the two of them to hear. the two of them and the stars. “i like that.”

and billy closes the gap. tightens his grip on steve’s arm as cold lips press against his. steve cups billy’s face. hands gentle. as if he’s something fragile.

maybe steve’s right. maybe he is.

maybe that’s okay. for tonight.

billy breaks the kiss. presses his forehead to steve’s. feels warm breath ghost over his lips. steve laughs. laces their fingers together.

“i like you, stargazer.” billy counts the moles on steve’s neck as he talks. “i like you a lot.”

[humanteethmarksonhumanbone]

my faith byler grows every time I see something blue and yellow

[loverhalfgirl]

Me: I don’t have an oral fixation!!

Also me: *repeatedly zones out and comes to, now deepthroating something*

[we-were-meant-to-be-one]

I’ve noticed that my physical response to anything positive is to do the flamboyant fruity hand gesture (no idea what it’s called)

I don’t know what I’ve become but I’m here for it

[falsekingfrancis]

Average weekly Spotify recap for a Marauders fan

[ascendingtostardust]

I’m down horrendously bad for josh kiszka

[trauma-insence]

my beige flag is that i cannot be productive unless i’m listening to buzzfeed unsolved, puppet history, or ghost files. i use it like a podcast in the background while i do literally anything else but if that’s not playing i’m doing absolutely nothing.

[mackenzielovee]

me: i’m fine

also me: puts on all too well (10 min version) every single time i get in the car just so i can feel something

[mayrikjanus]

you know you made a good OC when you fall in love with them and want to kiss them

[just1riqht]

am I the only person who searches up the height of a celebrity I like and then I go to a height comparison website so I can compare our heights and accurately imagine how I would look standing next to them for when I daydream and make up scenarios in my head

[local-maenad]

Hi I am back once again after a long and stressful day of school, it is basically midnight and I can’t get this one thing about my favorite murder guy out of my head.

So Frank Castle has PTSD yes? I’ve looked through some fics with that in the tag and I keep wondering how extreme it might get with someone like Frank. Not in a goofy funny “make him hurt then feel better again” way, if that makes sense but in a “he’s literally a guy, no powers no fancy tech just a cautionary tragedy” type way. Like, does he panic over certain scents familiar to him? The sounds of guns and chaos doesn’t trigger him, are there sounds that do? What do his episodes look like? Does he wake up in sweat, does he vomit from stress? From nightmares? I dunno I think really digging into this form of illness would be pretty interesting I wanna see what it looks like for him.

Point is give the guy emotions, yeah he’s an ass and has an rbf half of the time one interacts with him. But the issue with Frank isn’t that he feels nothing it’s that he feels way too much hes driven by so much grief and anger it’s all consuming. He feels things, he’s not this murder war god. I literally read a comic where he flies a kite, he likes to fly kites,,,

[arsenicpanda]

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023)

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)